Page 54 of A Cursed Heart
Boyfriend
Malacoda
Freyalookedlikeshewas about to burst into tears at any moment. “But Daddy, I want Mal to be my boyfriend!”
Ryan struggled to hold in his laugh. Lydia’s shoulders were shaking with her silent chuckles. It appeared that my first official act as Ryan’s boyfriend was to head off this tantrum and smooth ruffled feathers before there was a full on breakdown.
I got down to Freya’s height. “As lovely as that sounds, I am too grown up for you, princess.” She met my eyes, hers were filled with tears. “You are so special to me. I hoped one day, ifme and your daddy got married, you would call me Dad.” I heard Ryan’s sharp intake of breath. Lydia stopped laughing to listen to us. “What do you think? Does that sound better?”
The little girl, the tiny owner of a piece of my heart, thought about it, her expression cycling through a few emotions before she spoke. “Okay,” she said with a determined nod. I loved her fire. “But I want a pretty dress for the wedding.” Perhaps I had been extorted.
“Of course,” I vowed. “Only the prettiest of dresses for our princess, isn’t that right, Daddy?” I sent Ryan a sly grin. Here we were barely dating, and Freya had us married off! Marriage was something for our future selves to think on. It was likely it wasn’t something Ryan wanted to enter into again after his first attempt.
“That’s right. You can pick it out and everything when the time comes.” Ryan’s tone was firm enough to end the conversation but playful enough to not upset Freya.
“Alright,” his sister said, clearly picking up on the vibe. “We better get going, Frey. We’ve got a fun day ahead of us.”
“Can Daddy and Mal come?”
Lydia giggled. “Hon, we can’t have a girls’ day with Daddy and Mal, can we?” The little girl shook her head. “They’ll be waiting for you to come back.” To Ryan she said, “Around eight?” Ryan agreed.
There were rounds of hugs, promises that we would be at home waiting for her to return, then they left.
“Why don’t we take a shower together?” Ryan suggested in the silence once the door closed. He appeared nervous.
Sidling up close, I wrapped an arm around him. “Just what are you planning, Ryan?”
He rested his face on my shoulder with a sigh. Through the thin material of the t-shirt I was wearing, I could feel the heaton his cheeks. “I know there’s not a lot of room. It was… I liked sharing the shower with you yesterday.”
“With a little magic, I can make the stall bigger.”
Ryan twisted to face me. “You can do that?”
“After last night, I can do pretty much anything.” If I looked at my fingers, I wondered if I could see my magic sparking out. The former boundaries of my magic were gone, blasted apart by the energy I had shared with Ryan the night before. It was like our intimate connection had relaid the foundation of my magic, expanding it beyond anything I could comprehend.
True to my word, I had manipulated the space, making the stall incrementally larger, so it was more comfortable for two grown men to occupy at the same time. Not that Ryan had any desire to use the extra space. He crowded close, pressing me against the tiled wall, and took my mouth in a punishing kiss.
When he broke away, he murmured, “You’re driving me crazy. Is it normal to want you naked all the time? To want to be inside you right now?” He laid his head on my shoulder, taking heaving breaths and clasping my hips in a hold that would be bruising if I were human.
“Is that what you want?” I tipped up his chin so our eyes could meet. “That can be arranged. We have the day to ourselves, after all.” I smirked, then kissed the corner of his mouth. Rather than let me get away, Ryan grabbed my nape and took my lips once more. His tongue thrust into my mouth at the same time his hard cock brushed mine, making me moan.
Was it always like this when you cared deeply for someone? To want to give them everything of yourself, even if that meant there was nothing left for yourself.
“Do you have any of that lube here?”
“Fuck, no. It’s—” Ryan didn’t get the words finished before I vanished away and returned with the bottle in hand.
“I could stretch myself, but I’d prefer if you did it.” My voice was low, sultry. I burned with need.
Ryan took me in then snatched the lube and made quick work of preparing me for his cock. His fingers were sure when he traced down my crack to my hole. They traced over my entrance and eased inside confidently, as if we had been doing this forever.
I sank into the feeling of his lips on me, his fingers deep inside, while I stroked us together.
“Close,” Ryan murmured. He slicked his cock while I turned around, bracing myself on the wall.
In this cramped space, because I’d returned it to normal to get Ryan closer to me, there was no room for my tail. I was grateful for it in this position because it wasn’t in the way when Ryan thrust into me, his groin slapping my ass as he pumped in and out of me. Our groans and the sounds of our skin meeting were amplified in the stall, adding to my pleasure. I loved Ryan letting loose on me. He was pounding into my ass, one hand on my stomach, the other on my throat while he took what he needed.
He reached for my cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts until they stuttered and stopped as he filled me with his come. He ground against me, wringing out the last of his orgasm.
